按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
horror！ the nameless coffin！ and at last it will be done！ Oh； let it
come！ let it come swiftly！
All is written； I have held back nothingmy sin is sinnedmy
vengeance is finished。 Now all things end in darkness and in ashes；
and I prepare to face the terrors that are to come in other worlds
than this。 I go； but not without hope I go： for； though I see Her not；
though no more She answers to my prayers； still I am aware of the Holy
Isis； who is with me for evermore； and whom I shall yet again behold
face to face。 And then at last in that far day I shall find
forgiveness； then the burden of my guilt will roll from me and
innocency come back and wrap me round； bringing me holy Peace。
Oh！ dear land of Khem； as in a dream I see thee！ I see Nation after
Nation set its standard on thy shores； and its yoke upon thy neck！ I
see new Religions without end calling out their truths upon the banks
of Sihor； and summoning thy people to their worship！ I see thy temples
thy holy templescrumbling in the dust： a wonder to the sight of
men unborn； who shall peer into thy tombs and desecrate the great ones
of thy glory！ I see thy mysteries a mockery to the unlearned； and thy
wisdom wasted like waters on the desert sands！ I see the Roman Eagles
stoop and perish； their beaks yet red with the blood of men； and the
long lights dancing down the barbarian spears that follow in their
wake！ And then； at last； I see Thee once more great； once more free；
and having once more a knowledge of thy Godsay； thy Gods with a
changed countenance； and called by other names； but still thy Gods！
The sun sinks over Abouthis。 The red rays of Ra flame on temple roofs；
upon green fields； and the wide waters of father Sihor。 So as a child
I watched him sink； just so his last kiss touched the further pylon's
frowning brow； just that same shadow lay upon the tombs。 All is
unchanged！ II only am changedso changed； and yet the same！
Oh； Cleopatra！ Cleopatra！ thou Destroyer！ if I might but tear thy
vision from my heart！ Of all my griefs； this is the heaviest grief
still must I love thee！ Still must I hug this serpent to my heart！
Still in my ears must ring that low laugh of triumphthe murmur of
the falling fountainthe song of the nightinga
＇Here the writing on the third roll of papyrus abruptly ends。 It would
almost seem that the writer was at this moment broken in upon by those
who came to lead him to his doom。＇
End